Sunday, May 31, 2015

Butterfly's QQ: Hail the Heroes

This scene was written for the May Quote Queste by my younger sister, who comments on my blog under the name of Butterfly Bailey.  In a few months, she'll have a blog of her own, but until then, I'll post her QQ scenes.  Though she would occasionally scribble some story bits over the last several years, she's only just started writing seriously and I'm pretty proud of her.



Taking a tighter grip on his brother Julian's hand on one side and his cousin Dominic's hand on the other side, 12-year-old Henry Cameron took a deep breath as the great doors swung open and he and his six companions stepped out onto the balcony behind the Prince.  Cheers and screams filled the air as the seven boys appeared on the balcony.  They bowed to the crowds below and the Prince stepped to the side.  Waving his hand towards the boys, he cried, "Hail the Heroes!!!!!"

The crowd took up the cry and Henry's eyes filled with tears as a mutual feeling made all the boys move closer and place their arms around each other.  

"We're just kids.  We're not supposed to be heroes," he thought as the crowd continued to hail them as such.

The enemy had attacked their village, where only the women and children were left.  All the men were away at war.  Their mothers had helped them to slip off unnoticed, for someone must warn the capital about the forces that were headed towards it in secret.  They had made it safely, but as they stood there with the praising crowd below, only one thought filled their minds.

Would they ever see their families again?



Miss  Melody Muffin

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Heroism Has A Price

My scene for the May Quote Queste.


We’re not warriors, or statesmen or royalty.  We’re not soldiers, or revolutionaries.  We’re just a handful of teens who stood up and said NO to our peers.  Who didn’t go with the crowd.  Who stood against the flow.

It’s all because of the government.  They built an army of spectacularly engineers humanoid robots.  But they couldn’t risk having them be autonomous, so they needed operators.  Some brilliant idiot decided they should call on gamers.  After all, what could make more sense?  Call on those who had the most experience with operating avatars.

Recruiting agents came to our schools and colleges, handing out flyers, promising nice wages and plenty of benefits.  Kids signed up by the tens of thousands.  But my sister and I, plus my best friend and his twin sisters, had been taught from the cradle that if an offer seemed to good to be true, it probably was.  We started digging.  And we discovered what the recruiters weren’t telling us.  After all, it would have scared away at least a few kids to be told that the ultimate aim of this robot army was complete and total world domination, via killing anyone who stood in the way of that goal.

So, when all of our friends were standing up and shouting YES to the call of the government, we five stood up and said NO.  It’s hard to stand up to your friends.  It’s especially hard when nearly everyone around you thinks what you’re saying is insane.

But right and wrong don’t bend for any person.  So, we said no.  And as a result, other people started questioning, started researching.  We stirred an entire country, waking them up, bringing them to a realization of what was really happening.  Set in motion the events that led the government to abandon its plans.  And for that, we were lauded as heroes by most of the population.

But heroism comes with a price.  The government was less than happy with us for disrupting their plans, to put it mildly.  We are exiles from our country now, forced to flee if we wanted to live.  Dying would not have been so bad, I guess, if it wasn’t for the fact that someone needed to keep our message alive and spread it to the rest of the world as a warning... and that someone was us.

We're just kids.  We aren't supposed to be heroes.  We just wanted our world to know the truth.  Now all we want is to go back to our lives as ordinary teens.

But that will never happen.



Miss Melody Muffin

Friday, May 15, 2015

Poem of the Week: Story-Time

This poem vividly and beautifully describes the magical feeling of story-telling time.



Story-Time
Edgar A. Guest

"Tell us a story," comes the cry
From little lips when nights are cold,
And in the grate the flames leap high.
"Tell us a tale of pirates bold,
Or fairies hiding in the glen,
Or of a ship that's wrecked at sea."
I fill my pipe, and there and then
Gather the children round my knee.

I give them all a role to play—
No longer are they youngsters small,
And I, their daddy, turning gray;
We are adventurers, one and all.
We journey forth as Robin Hood I
n search of treasure, or to do
Some deed of daring or of good;
Our hearts are ever brave and true.

We take a solemn oath to be
Defenders of the starry flag;
We brave the winter's stormy sea,
Or climb the rugged mountain crag,
To battle to the death with those
Who would defame our native land;
We pitch our camp among the snows
Or on the tropics' burning sand.

We rescue maidens, young and fair,
Held captive long in prison towers;
We slay the villain in his lair,
For we're possessed of magic powers.
And though we desperately fight,
When by our foes are we beset,
We always triumph for the right;
We have not lost a battle yet.

It matters not how far we stray,
Nor where our battle lines may be,
We never get so far away
That we must spend a night at sea.
It matters not how high we climb,
How many foes our pathway block,
We always conquer just in time
To go to bed at 9 o'clock.




Miss Melody Muffin



Saturday, May 9, 2015

Quote Queste: May 2015




I had planned on posting this the first of May, but we had company and then this past week it just kept being pushed aside.  Packing to move is a pretty exhausting occupation.

Anyway, here is May's Quote Queste.

Rules:
1. Take the quote below and write a short scene based on it.  It can be a scene for a story you're currently writing, one you plan on writing in the future, or you can make up characters solely for this challenge.
2.  Post your scene on your blog, with the banner from the top of my post and a link to my blog.
3. Come back to my blog and leave a link to your post in the comments so the other participants and I can read your scene.
4. Have fun!



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Friday, May 8, 2015

Cover Reveal: Finding the Magic

I'm very excited about today's cover reveal for my good friend Jack Lewis Baillot's Beauty and the Beast retelling.  Have I mentioned before how much I love fairy tale retellings?  :)  Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorite fairy tales and I'm eager to read Jack's version of this classic story.


Finding the Magic book blurb:
Belle's father has always taught her to see the magic in the world around her, but when war comes it suddenly becomes harder to find. During the bombings of London, Belle is sent to live with Adam Prince, a bitter gentleman who has lost much and has therefore locked himself away in his mansion. When Belle meets Mr. Prince she decides she will show him the magic her dad told her not to forget, but it isn't as easy as she thought it would be.

Aided by her new friend, Belle begins to break down Mr. Prince's wall. But, just as she is helping him find laughter again sorrow strikes too close to home and Belle herself begins to lose hope.



Author Bio:
Jack chases Dragons on a daily basis though she has yet to decide if she wishes to slay the Dragons she finds or ride them. She wishes she had a library as big as the Beast's, or Prince Adam, or whatever you wish to call him. She's working on that goal currently, at the same time searching for a house with two stories so she can slide down the banister every morning on her way to breakfast.

As a general rule, Jack doesn't write sad books, but she might have slipped in this area when she started to write about World War Two.

When she isn't writing Jack is researching, which means she is reading. And when she isn't reading, it might mean she's sleeping, but probably means she's eating. Especially if the food is cookies.

Currently Jack is trying out the life of a Dwarf, even though she's a Hobbit. She's traveling about, looking for her home, and hoping the end of her search leads her to a cave with a Dragon who needs to be battled and enough Arkenstones to fill her dream library with books.

You can learn more about Jack and her newest books at jacklewisbaillot.com



Are you ready for the cover?




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Monday, May 4, 2015

Snippets of Story: Winter & Spring 2015 Edition

Snippets from my January, February, March and April writing.



    “There is assuredly some mystery here,” Caie agreed.  “Though I cannot find it in me to be too disappointed at spending some weeks in Corbenic.”  The last sentence was mumbled but Astrophel caught it and his eyes gleamed.
    “That wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain dark haired elven guard-maiden, would it Caie?” he teased.
    “Shut up,” Caie muttered, flushing.  “Just wait until you see her.  You’ll change your tune.”
Venit Hora, Draft Two


    “What’s wrong?” Johari asked quietly.
    “Is it that obvious?”
    “To me, yes.”
    Ablondi took a deep breath.  “I had another strange dream.”
Pearl of Loyalty


    “In Britain it was believed that a lady who owned a black cat would have many suitors,” she said archly.
    Doran’s face darkened, “Don’t you ever own a black cat.”
    “Because it brings bad luck or because it will bring me many men?” she pushed, eyes challenging.  
    “Both,” he growled.  “Yolina, I swear, you’re enough to try the patience of a saint....”
Sub Rosa


    “Tharma Reviss.  By the power vested in me by the Constitution of Denzli, for the crimes of treason, accessory to murder, kidnapping, holding a person captive against their will and accessory to assassination, I hereby sentence you to life imprisonment.”
Pearl of Loyalty


    “Since asking you if you have lost your mind will get me punched, and asking if you’ve thought about this seriously will get me glared at, I’m just going to ask if you want them along,” Bahadur sighed in resignation.
Ebony and Aubergine


    Johari smirked.  “Just so.  I’m sorry to cut our fascinating conversation short, but I really must go say hello to the Queen.  I have no doubt we’ll see much of each other in the next few years, and I look forward to it.”
    “What makes you think we’ll be seeing much of you?” Zuella’s curiosity overrode her scorn.
    “You know the old saying, ‘Keep your friends closer and your enemies closer’.  We’ll see each other often,” she nodded, regally confident, and swept away.
Oath of Loyalty, Draft Two


    A dozen men crowded around a few young women at one side of the room.
    “Wonder who is holding their attention now?” Barakat murmured.  With one accord, he and his cousin pushed forward to see the magnet of the hour.
    Iskandar knew who it was even before he caught the flash of gold and pearls in the distinctive tiara nestled into her dark hair.  Before he saw her delicate flower-like face or noticed that she stood a full half head taller than any woman around her save the two at her side.
    Zahira, Ice Queen of Cathenir, had come to Damarul.
Ebony and Aubergine


    Caie was standing against a tree, looking out over the hills.  Astrophel stood beside him silently for a moment.
    “What dark memory does it bring back?” he asked at last.
    Caie’s eyes darkened.  “There was a Fata Morgana the day of the Battle of Camlann.”
Venit Hora, Draft Two


    “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the upstart,” a mocking voice drawled.
    Johari withheld a smirk and turned to greet the speaker, a tall, young woman accompanied by two other young women.  “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Clever Cats,” she replied sweetly.
Oath of Loyalty, Draft Two


    Philippon nudged Seren and whispered something in her ear.  Her eyes glowed and she nodded eagerly, turning to whisper to Alexias and Llewellyn.
    Rhexenor looked uneasy.  “Dardanus,” he began, edging away from the group.
    “Oh no,” Seren danced over to stand in front of them.  “You’re not going to find it so easy to evade us this evening.  You asked if we had something planned.  Well, so we do.”
    Llewellyn joined her, Alexias, Philippon and even Maron and Iorwerth lining up behind them.  “It’s called, ‘One Hundred Questions with the Lords Rhexenor and Dardanus’,” Llewellyn announced.
    Dardanus heaved a sigh,  “Fine, but we’ll warn you now, you’re not going to elicit any more information from us than you have already been given.”
    “We’ll see about that, won’t we?” Philippon murmured as they all took seats.
Venit Hora, Draft Two



Miss Melody Muffin

Quote of the Week: The Darwinian Movement



"I never said a word against eminent men of science. What I complain of is a vague popular philosophy which supposes itself to be scientific when it is really nothing but a sort of new religion and an uncommonly nasty one. When people talked about the fall of man they knew they were talking about a mystery, a thing they didn't understand. Now that they talk about the survival of the fittest they think they do understand it, whereas they have not merely no notion, they have an elaborately false notion of what the words mean. The Darwinian movement has made no difference to mankind, except that, instead of talking unphilosophically about philosophy, they now talk unscientifically about science."

~ Basil Grant, The Club of Queer Trades, G. K. Chesterton ~



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Friday, May 1, 2015

Poem of the Week: The Captive Lion



The Captive Lion
William H. Davies

Thou that in fury with thy knotted tail
Hast made this iron floor thy beaten drum;
That now in silence walkst thy little space —
Like a sea-captain — careless what may come:

What power has brought thy majesty to this,
Who gave those eyes their dull and sleepy look;
Who took their lightning out, and from thy throat
The thunder when the whole wide forest shook?

It was that man who went again, alone,
Into thy forest dark — Lord, he was brave!
That man a fly has killed, whose bones are left
Unburied till an earthquake digs his grave.



Miss Melody Muffin